Chapter 37 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 37
Several weeks passed since the return of Sinclair and Joe. Joe slept with Sinclair and Paul. Sinclair felt this was the least he could do after selling Ken to the highest bidder. Besides, many nights Paul was fucking Kevin in another bedroom. This allowed Sinclair and Joe to cuddle.
Sinclair warned Joe early on never assume the behavior of a master. The master has the authority and balls to change the game in whatever way he so desires.
Joe enjoyed snuggling with Sinclair. He felt it was the intimacy of the whip. The whip brought them together in a way he did not experience with Paul. Paul was a first class stud; the epitome of a man's man. Yet, snuggling to Sinclair's average body felt so warm and loving. Joe knew, though, it was more than the whip.
No experience in his life prepared Kevin for being with Paul. Kevin never slept with anyone. If he fucked a girl, he left. Kevin didn't want the intimacy. Now, he couldn't go; nor did he want to. Kevin was naïve, but he knew many a man and woman would give anything to sleep with Paul. And, it was Kevin who got the privilege. He couldn't believe his luck.
Paul and Kevin became friends and fuck buddies; nothing more; or so they denied in their minds. Not the love fest going on between the three; Paul, Sinclair, and Joe.
The love fest between the three was fading. Joe remembers Paul saying to him over and over in the last few years; you are the one. He wasn't sure now. What was going through Paul's mind? What was he up to? On the surface, Paul behaved as always. The three of them as a family acted as always. But something was different. Joe speculated. Paul knew. Sinclair knew. It wasn't the elephant in the room. Whatever it was would come out. Nobody had concern over it.
Sinclair had not turned a sub into a slave or fag or it since Ken. He seemed to be okay not watching a former man auctioned off to slavery. Had Sinclair gained perspective? Was it his relationship with Joe? Was he working through something on his own terms in his own way? And, all the crying in Paris Sinclair did. What was that about?
Paul stopped playing with both Sinclair and Joe. He was sleeping with Kevin every night and fucking him whenever he wanted to. Kevin was masturbating less. He took a stronger interest in the business. Kevin started traveling with Paul becoming his personal secretary. Wherever Paul was, Kevin was by his side. Every meeting Kevin attended taking notes. Every dinner Kevin sat next to Paul. Kevin engaged in the banter with the clients. He remembered how to appeal to those straight people from the old days.
Kevin took on a manservant role besides to the secretary. He made sure Paul's clothes ready. Kevin handled Paul's needs being one step ahead of Paul's desires. Kevin felt he finally found his calling in life; assisting a dominate man.
They were with each other 24/7. Yet, neither would claim love. They were pals. They finished each other's sentences. Kevin always knew what Paul needed.
Joe felt it was kind of weird. It sure felt like love to Joe, the observer of all this. Yet, Joe's duty as a slave is to not judge. He knew he was no longer Paul's one. Life goes on.
On a night like any other night around the dinner table, the elephant came to dinner. This was months in the making. Sinclair was a patient Master.
"You know you are no longer a master, Paul." Sinclair stated at dinner.
"Yes, Sir. I know." Paul responded.
Joe and Kevin were wide-eyed.
"Good. I'm glad that's out of the way." Sinclair said.
Sinclair and Paul went about finishing their meals. Sinclair sent Joe and Kevin out for the evening. They weren't allowed to clear the table and clean the kitchen.
The ritual began.
"Come on boy. Fetch. That's a good boy. Here. Go after it again. Fetch."
Paul looked stupid as a sub. His handsome body didn't fit in this role. It didn't keep him from fetching the ball with his teeth and bringing it back to Sinclair.
Sinclair stroked Paul's face and hair. "Good boy. You're a good boy", as Paul sniffed Sinclair's crotch.
"Nothing changes boy. And, everything changes. Suck my cock."
When Kevin and Joe got home, Sinclair and Paul were asleep in their respective rooms. Joe snuck in, took his clothes off, and held onto Sinclair in bed. The fear shook him to the core.
Kevin did the same with Paul. Kevin kissed him on the forehead. Paul awoke. "Hey, buddy. Do you want to talk about it?"
Paul kissed Kevin on the lips saying, "It's ok. I knew this was coming."
"How did you know?" Kevin asked.
"I didn't tell you this. Remember, when Sinclair and I were playing the Dom/sub game during your awakening."
"Yeah."
"Remember, we stopped."
"Yeah."
"It's because it went too far. Sinclair and I were in the playroom. He had me tied up. All was going well; the usual ass slapping, cock sucking, nipple tweaking. In a brief instant, both of us looked at the whips hanging on the wall. We freaked out not saying a word to each other.
"This was the moment I stopped being a master. I wanted him to whip me. I wanted him to cut into my skin. I wanted the scars as the many others before me."
Paul finished the explanation. "He knew it. I knew it. Our relationship changed in an instant. We went back to normal, but it wasn't normal anymore. We got along fine, but it was our way of coping. We haven't played in that way since, because if we did, we knew it was no longer play."
"Wow."
"Yeah. Wow." Paul agreed.
"Do you think something might happen?" Kevin queried.
"Could. Could not. That's up to Sinclair."
"You mean Sinclair now has control over you."
"Yeah."
"What about the business? What about us?" Kevin stopped. OMG, he said, `what about us?'
Paul kissed Kevin and said, "It will all be ok. Let's get some sleep."
Kevin turned away from Paul so Paul could envelop him with his big arms and body as he did every night. He stared across the room at the window. The moon was close to full, so there was a lot of light coming in. Kevin knew he was the luckiest man on the planet to have this wonderful man holding him. How, when it is so good, could this threat occur? Kevin thought, "I love Paul. We are going to have to escape."
As Paul fell asleep, he thought, "I love Kevin. I want to be with him more than I want to succumb to my personal desires and demons. Sinclair could destroy what's between Kevin and me. We are going to escape."
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